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that right now I'm not the One
That they want to hear
I've only just begun and idgaf if they Don't want me here
I'm just passing by
I'm on cruise control

I just wanna say I am completely in love with You
You mesmerize me, I’m singing to the sound of Your tune
There’s no mistakin’ the way that Your

bumper sticker
Whata nigga whataburger what if murder was the case?
What a day to be alive wita bopper beside me
Sucking dick while I drive by bible

save ya
Trust of faith to follow me, we rooted back to nature
But you're enraged at the uneven ways you’ve been played by the powers
Like a puppet in

smiles but I sense they bad Energy
Thinking of how I can identify those Who love me conditionally
I'm cutting ties expeditiously
I can love till infinity

nobody could top it
I don't got the money but they say that I'm a prophet
But it makes sense that I have to make cents
Can't break bank so how can I pay

and friends
For me, it's common sense, for real
Pull up in the alley
Got the sound on replay
Pulling out my textbook
I'm working on my hooks
Writing makes me

on god
I would die for my squad
They say loves in the air so you know I'm holding my breath
Imma keep it real with you
I don't think that love makes sense

that they love the way the music sounds
But never hear the words, and shit, if that’s the deal
I guess it’s lonely at the top
It’s gon be lonely

by the sound
And I lose sense of your sweet innocence 
When you say love but you know that it isn't

Baby love is difficult
Baby love is difficult
Baby

to dust
When the dullness comes around
You will hardly hear a sound
When the silence drags you into
Some other mood
You watch the world running by
Build

do not speak
Make no motherfucking sound
Make no motherfucking sense
If you talking on my name then I'll put six inside your chest
You 'gon choke

It takes time to sound natural
I have worn out the clichés I know
But I got no plans for the rest of the afternoon
So I'll sit here and play till

Rip It Up

The Adolescents

Live 1981 and 1986

1989

It's like Clockwork Orange a bit of twenty on one
Breaking heads well that don't sound like much fun
Is that your only way of getting kicks
By

Pops Was a Rolla

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

have sense
All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry
And the streets, they were callin me
So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G
To make it

Narcotic

Deathrow

Deception Ignored

the senses

Melancholic dreams or hysterical faces
Fascinated in a state without preceptive faculty
Strength of purpose wearies and the complexion fades

Wrong State of Mind

Clawfinger

Clawfinger

1999

how hard I tried it didn't make any sense to me
So I studied the people around me trying to think of what to say
But the only thing I could think

you try to separate me
bleed and fall again
to your knees
after all you prayers make no sense
i see the dawn, i see the fire
here it comes ready

debt
Moving sloppy like a spoon tryna scoop out the lead
Snoozing zombies angered by the fools till death
Might take a tool to bed might never move

Another flood cascading through my mind tonight
This week
Has been deducting years from my life

Trapped inside
A shell of senses
The sights

I've got a boy in my head someone help me
Stirs up my butterflies, kind of scary
Reads by the light of the torch that I carry
Think he's got

Sound crazy
This dreams best
Kept in the dark
In common sense
No ones perfect
But
Imagination you are
Maybe I'm just insecure
Maybe I have a real chance

I heard you tapping
On the door last night
Bruised knuckles
Against chipped wood—
I swear I had been mistaking
The sounds with raindrops
Falling from

and empty spaces,
Trapped in somewhere in between,
Conscious thought and dreaming,
Projecting and perceiving,
Reality’s a construct,
Agreed upon by all.
It’s